Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

The Sun and Moon Empire, in the Evil Forest.

Countless corpses of soul beasts lay scattered on the ground. These soul beasts seemed to have suffered cruel torture before their deaths, and it looked as if something had been taken from their bodies.

"Teacher Kong Deming, what exactly happened here? Why are there so many corpses of dark-type soul beasts?" A white-haired boy wearing glasses asked the old man in front of him curiously.

The young man standing in front is named Kong Deming. He is of royal blood from the Sun Moon Empire and is a titled Douluo who is expected to become a revered figure in the future. He is also one of the Sun Moon Empire's quasi-ninth-level Soul Masters.

Hearing the question from the boy behind him, Kong Deming did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked around before turning back to reply, "Hongchen, these soul beasts were not killed by evil soul masters. It should be the work of some kind of special dark attribute soul master. Let's go take a look."

Kong Deming couldn't be completely sure, but as a near-ninth-level Soul Master with the strength of a Title Douluo, he was not afraid of evil Soul Masters at all, so he naturally couldn't avoid their attacks.

Upon hearing this, the boy named Xiao Hongchen nodded and quickly followed Kong Deming's steps.

While searching for the controller of the dark element, the two also kept an eye out for a suitable fourth soul ring for Xiao Hongchen.

As a prospective member of the Sun Moon Empire for the next Soul Master Competition, and given that he was Kong Deming's most valued junior, Kong Deming was unwilling to see him be overlooked.

Although Xiao Hongchen's martial soul and innate soul power talent are not outstanding, his talent in soul tools is top-notch. In a place like the Sun Moon Empire, such a talent is undoubtedly a treasure!

Another part of the Demon Forest...

A young man stared calmly at the thousand-year-old soul beast baring its teeth at him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the Dark Moon Scimitar in his hand, and in a flash, he swiftly severed the soul beast's head from its body.

Such speed would be difficult even for ordinary thousand-year-old soul beasts to catch.

The boy's figure moved as fast as a black afterimage, like a ghost moving through the shadows.

He flicked the blood of the soul beast from his blade, his blue eyes fixed ahead as he pondered, 'Should I continue deeper into the forest to gather dark elements to replenish my lunar power, or turn back and regroup?'

Suddenly, the feeling of being targeted by a powerful monster swept over him. He immediately gripped his scimitar and turned around to look in that direction.

He saw a pair of scarlet eyes staring intently at him, and the boy thought to himself: This guy must be a member of the Evil Eye Clan, the strongest overlord of the Demon Forest.

This isn't too bad luck; it's a thousand-year-old evil-eyed tyrant.

He was never afraid of thousand-year-old soul beasts, and only when he encountered beings that were over ten thousand years old would he have the thought of running away.

Moreover, that evil emperor only pays attention to descendants who are over 100,000 years old. There are plenty of evil eyes like these that are only a thousand or a hundred years old, and they would never catch his eye.

The young man could hunt down the thousand-year-old evil-eyed tyrant before him without any fear.

This guy contains a considerable amount of dark element, which can be used to replenish his lunar power.

The evil-eyed tyrant seemed to sense the hunting intent in the boy's eyes. As if provoked, it roared and unleashed a terrifying mental attack on the boy.

Mental attacks are virtually silent and impossible to defend against. Moreover, the Evil Eye Tyrant is a spirit beast with a mental attribute, and its mental attacks are arguably the strongest on the continent.

Despite the mental attack from the Evil Eye Tyrant, the boy remained calm. With a gentle slash of his crescent blade, countless dark elements surged from the surrounding space, enveloping his entire body. He vanished before the Evil Eye Tyrant.

Seeing this, the Evil-Eyed Tyrant immediately looked around for any trace of the human, but couldn't find him anywhere. Just as it was filled with doubt, a voice like that of the Grim Reaper came from the shadows below it: "Are you looking for me, you beast?"

The Evil Eye Tyrant looked down and discovered that the boy had somehow emerged from its shadow.

Before it could react, the boy gripped the sharp blade in his hand and plunged it directly into its neck.

A sharp pain instantly swept through its body. It tried desperately to break free, but the boy gave it no chance at all.

The boy swiftly drew his blade and thrust it down again, repeating this motion repeatedly with incredible speed.

The Evil Eye Tyrant roared only a few times before dying in endless agony.

It never imagined that it would die at the hands of a human boy, and in such a way.

Moreover, it never understood why its mental attack, which clearly hit the boy, had no effect... But these questions will never be answered.

The boy drew his scimitar, gazing at the tyrannical evil-eyed man who lay dead with his eyes wide open, his heart unmoved.

If we're talking about a contest of mental strength, only someone who has lived for over 50,000 years could pose a life-threatening danger to him. As for this kind of guy, mental strength would at most only scratch his itch.

Just as the boy was about to absorb the dark elements and spiritual attributes from the Evil Eye Tyrant and leave, he caught a glimpse of a head soul bone on the beast.

He crouched down, picked it up, and held it up to a place where it could be exposed to sunlight to examine it closely.

It was indeed a head-type soul bone, and it was the rarest kind of spirit-type soul bone.

"It's a pity it only lasts for a thousand years. I'll sell it sometime!"

As the boy was speaking, preparing to store the soul bone into his spatial soul tool ring, a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

He immediately gripped his scimitar and leaped backward, creating distance between himself and the owner of the voice. Anyone who could evade his senses must be a powerhouse above the Soul Emperor level.

"Young friend, how about you sell me that soul bone?"

The newcomers were Kong Deming and Xiao Hongchen, who was following behind him.

The boy looked at the two people in front of him, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity, yet he couldn't recall where he had seen them before. He asked in bewilderment, "Who are you?"

At this moment, Kong Deming and Xiao Hongchen were also sizing up the young man in front of them.

The boy's features were extremely delicate, and his face was stained with the blood of an unknown soul beast. What was particularly striking was his hair—it was dark blue all over, except for the two tufts of hair on his forehead that were a striking red, making him look exceptionally special.

It has to be said that if this young man were to tidy himself up a bit, he would definitely become a handsome young man who could charm countless girls!
"Hello, my name is Kong Deming, and I am a teacher at the Sun Moon Royal Academy." Kong Deming introduced himself first, and then pointed to Xiao Hongchen behind him, "This is my student, Xiao Hongchen."

"Holy Sun Moon!" the young man introduced himself, and everything happened exactly as written in the script.

...(End of chapter)